Archives for March 2020

Write the wrong word twice, erase and start with a horizon as wide as the sky.

Not a good start to the writing retreat. At least that’s how it felt to begin with.

Then two days later I’d written two novels, a volume of short stories, seven marine articles and an ode to learning.

It was a dream that seamed to last for days.

Dwindling candle light gave way to brightening crisp morning sunlight.

Across endless blades of wild grass chapters were writing themselves.

No sigh, no smile, not even a laugh could dissuade us from forging ahead with a readily available smile at hand.

Sounds of games and toasts to delight wafted through solid doors onto a street of blank pages ready to be filled.

Dwindling candle light gave way to brightening crisp morning sunlight.

Across endless blades of wild grass chapters were writing themselves.

No sigh, no smile, not even a laugh could dissuade us from forging ahead with a readily available smile at hand.

Sounds of games and toasts to delight wafted through solid doors onto a street of blank pages ready to be filled.

Dwindling candle light gave way to brightening crisp morning sunlight.

Across endless blades of wild grass chapters were writing themselves.

No sigh, no shrug, not even a laugh could dissuade us from forging ahead with a readily available smile at hand.

Sounds of games and toasts to delight wafted through solid doors onto a street of blank pages ready to be filled.

Driven wild by the startling golden light and the rustling of paper plates.

Some picnics are different.

Others are the same, comfortably predictably but by no means a surprise.

In the afternoon they went hunting for blackberries and once gathered, laced them with maple syrup.

Or…did they?

We trust the storyteller. So yes, they did!